Drake is a good kid. A little over confident at times, but a good
kid none the less. He's a lucky man too, finding himself such a good
nurse. I know you'll take good care of him.
The war is moving along at a slower pace. The German's are chasing
their own tails now, looking for an escape that ain't gonna come.
Pretty soon this war'll be over and I'll be able to pack up and head
back there to get you. I haven't thought of much else since. Coming
back, seeing you again, is about the only thing in my life right now
that makes any sense. War just isn't any good for me anymore. Maybe
I'm getting to old for it. Funny. I'm thirty years old and I-
He cursed silently under his breath, his eyes momentarily running
over the words he'd just written, before he took the piece of paper
into his hand and crumpled it. He wasn't a writer. Somehow, the flow
of his thoughts from his head to his hand got crossed, and things
never came out the way he wanted to.
It'd been three weeks since her last letter. Three weeks and he
hadn't managed to write up a good response. He knew she didn't care
what he had to say, so long as he said something. But he didn't like
to send a bunch of bull to her either. What was the point? She didn't
want to hear about the weather over here. She probably wanted to hear
about how much he missed her.
And he did, by God...more than even he knew, sometimes. He cursed
Drake, even though he shouldn't. The boy lost his leg. Still, Bobby
got to be with his Marie, while he had to remain there, sitting in a
trench filled with mud, swarming with flies, listening to other men
burp and swap war stories. The smell made him sick, even more so
since he took in more of it than the others. He wondered then, when
he began to worry about how he smelled, and what he looked like. At
some point, the thought of a warm shower even crossed his mind. He
was a true blue soldier! Since when did showering and looking all
presentable matter to him?
Since he met Marie, that's when. He knew bringing a woman into
his life would be trouble. He just never knew how much trouble. If
someone had told him a year ago how much his life would change with
the enterance of an army nurse, he'd have laughed, and maybe even
spit in their face. How could he have known that spending just three
short weeks with a woman would entirely alter his train of thinking?
Emptying the last of his canteen and relishing the feel of the cold
water moving down his parched throat, he frowned, tossing the can
aside in disgust. He was whipped, dammit. And what's worse, a part of
him even liked it a little bit. Liked that someone with big green
eyes could have such an effect on his hardened heart. Liked that his
head wasn't always focused on gutting someone anymore.
Suddenly, a fellow soldier appeared beside him. Usually, he
wouldn't have given it any thought, except that the panic and
anxiousness was just bleeding off him. "What is it?" Wolverine
narrowed his eyes, watching as the man scrambled to pull a few pieces
of paper from his pocket.
"War news, sir. The Germans have been creating these camps.
Concentration camps. They're sending minorities
"Mutants..." The thought rolled off his tongue before he could
stop it. The man before him froze a moment, uncomfortable at the
inclusion of that genre. "Well?" Logan snapped at the man, making
sure he didn't have time to do too much looking into his last
"They raided several American Red Cross hospitals in France. Took
all the hostages to them camps..." If he hadn't been listening
before, Logan was definitely listening now. Marie was stationed in a
Red Cross hospital in France. Just North of Calais. He couldn't jump
to any conclusions, not yet. He had to hold on to the chance that
they'd attacked south of where she was, or maybe no where near her.
Somehow, though, despite the logic, he knew they had her. He could
feel it deep down, and it made his blood boil.
"They've covered all of Western France, sir. Everything from
"Calais." He shut his eyes tightly, lowering his head after the
man nodded in reply.
The end! (Ha! Just kidding =) To be Continued...)